Things that you usually commend,
are slowly changing directions
like the opposed northern winds,
brewed coffee beans.
are all gone.
gone, all, with the gust.
In this storm you now resist,
in which we use to face,
the poison together we taste,
were all mere memories from the past
lingering in the back of your head,
like a bomb waiting to explode
and it corrodes,
Ill advised road,
you took not to defend,
but to have resistance you bend
this thing we have established,
through the long years.
we stood together,
deteriorating through indecisions,
you put your rules to mission
the walls we have long built
are now struggling to stand still,
as we crawl, and save this
watched by your apprentice,
until all of these are flashed back,
as I think of our last kiss.